Love in the Wild – Part 2

Yesterday’s post let you know that I love to get out into the wild.  Here’s how.

The beavers are busy down by the creek in our yard. Isn’t that beautiful?

1. My daily reminder.

I take a walk every day to my creek. It’s a steep walk, not something our littlest children can do, but it’s perfect for a 42 year old office worker. I prefer the early morning before the sun pops up over the horizon. I often see heron, deer, mallards and other water foul, killdeer and various types of songbirds. Sometimes I spook a hardworking beaver, and one time I saw a bear.

I prefer the sunrise, others may prefer the sunset. Perhaps an after-lunch walk. It doesn’t really matter when it is. It could be a walk in the park in a busy inner city. The point is this: a reminder that things are wild, unpredictable, dangerous. And in this is beauty and wonder. We all need to be reminded of God’s majesty, something that is much tougher to do within our cubicle lives. I strongly suggest to every man to find his daily reminder.

2. My physical need.

You know my wife, Wendy. She loves exercise (see her book Love in a Diet). If I could figure out a way to stay in shape without exercise, I’d take it. Oh, I enjoy being in shape. I just don’t like getting into shape.

Some men have the privilege of working in their jobs. I “work” in the office, and the office chair inevitably becomes uncomfortable. The walk down to the creek (slow, reflective, sipping coffee by the creek) is nice, but it just doesn’t cut it. I need to exercise, work up a sweat, get into a groove that keeps my body healthy and young. We all need to develop a routine that keeps us in shape.

Our block is exactly two miles around. If I can keep a steady jog around our block, I’m doing pretty good. Adding the next big block adds a third mile. I’ve plotted a 4th and 5th mile, too, and once I can get to five miles straight, I figure I am healthy enough to go elk hunting in the Colorado mountains.

3. My yearly outing.

We’re a hunting family, deer and elk specifically. I wouldn’t call myself an “avid” hunter, though, because I only go once or twice a year. I know some who can’t wait to get out every weekend, but that’s not me. I have to rev myself up to go hunting. My desire isn’t to be outdoors. Like I said, I have to fight the temptation to stay put.

Several years ago I made the conscious decision to get out every year to hunt. This has the 100% support of Wendy. She practically kicks me out of the house for it. She knows I need the encouragement, the push.

When the kids were younger, I would go alone or with friends. I have a houseful a teens now. I’ve invested in a nice outfitter’s tent, camping gear, high-powered rifles, etc. to make it a family activity.

Want to hear something that may surprise you? If I don’t see an elk, I’m perfectly fine with that. In fact, most years I don’t. Just being in the wild, removed from the sterilized world and into the natural one, is reason enough for the trip.

Does this resonate with you? I bet you it does. I’d like to hear your thoughts about “Love in the Wild.” Post them below.

NOTE: This article was reprinted from one I wrote a couple years ago on Still, I’d like to hear from you below!